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roll by and the moon don't give a damn. My boots just keep on walkin' but my heart don't understand. Why I'm staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand I said, "I want you but when we woke up
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sweet. He grabs his boots and his coat. Leaves a note that says, 'I love you'. And runs to catch a bus down at the end of market street It took some time to figure it out. He's a rich man living in a
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Town. . bridge. Hey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault. I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt. Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop. Stumble in the
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the Sabbath. Creates an ecstatic and there you have it From teenage love praying in tongue. Strange fruit, batty boots and native drums. From hence I come, so here we go. Signs and wonders all along
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Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love. I'm sailin' away in the morning. Is there something I can send you from across the sea. From the place that I'll be landing? No, there's nothin' you can
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anything goes. Catch them in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows. Long John draws. Long John stalls. Any stank puss. Makes my long John Pause. Women on the cell making long John Calls. And if they like
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elbows. Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the * is them?. If I gotta pay to get in the club. I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten. I ain't on the guest list, I
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like the heat of a thousand fires The heat of a thousand fires Ain't no cryin' in the club, hey, hey Let the beat carry Your tears as they fall, baby Ain't no cryin' in the club, hey, hey With a little
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All I know is. We could go anywhere, we could do. Anything, girl, whatever the mood we're in. Yeah, all I know is. Gettin' lost late at night, under stars. Findin' love standin' right where we are
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(I'm fly in any weather). When it comes to these cars (I puts it together). See I switch my paint (And change my leather). Got mami the new Benz and plucked her feathers. Now? Eagles come fly with me
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, let's get the sheep moving I'd like to pay a tribute, to what, to knocking boots. I'm single and I mingle if ya jingle I play roots. But there's another, the other. The brother on the cover I brought
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gonna ride 'til I can't no more. (Kio, Kio). Verse 1 Lil Nas X. I got the horses in the back. Horse tack is attached. Hat is matte black. Got the boots that's black to match. Ridin' on a horse, ha. You
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